Master is dedicated to playing the villain

Chapter 17 Memory

Masters who wear books are especially at risk!

The temptation had achieved results, and Xia Churan came to the conclusion that this person disliked his closeness very much.

I don't like him calling Master, I don't like him getting close, I clearly resist it in my heart, but I try my best to cover it up in my behavior, and I try my best to help him behind my back, what is this person thinking?

Or is there some dark secret hidden?

But he couldn't feel the man's malice.

His keen sixth sense told him that Qiu Wanxuan would not hurt him, it was more like competing with himself.

After achieving the goal, Xia Churan's movements became more agile, but when his fingers touched the soft hair, his heart felt weak and his heartbeat became heavier.At the same time, an inexplicable sense of familiarity arises.

Obviously, he has never done this before, but he is extremely proficient.

He only thought that he was not used to this kind of close contact, and after suppressing the strangeness in his heart, he passed his fingers in front of the neatly arranged hairbands in front of the mirror, and unconsciously paused on a deep red hairband.

For some reason, he always felt that this color was more suitable for Qiu Wanxuan. In his mind, he unconsciously and vaguely sketched the appearance of this person wearing a silver crown, with two thin red hairbands showing between the hair tips hanging behind his shoulders. .

Why does it look like wearing a crown?

But this thought just flashed by, and his thoughts were pulled back. He took the black hairband that the other party often used and paused in front of Qiu Wanxuan, who finally opened his eyes slightly and nodded, agreeing with Xia Chu Dyeing options.

The room was eerily quiet.

It was so quiet that even Qiu Wanxuan felt uneasy. This kid has always been reticent, he can do it without talking nonsense, and he doesn't even have a superfluous word for such daily chores as combing his hair.He didn't notice that the inexplicable understanding between the two made it unnecessary for them to speak.

But he still broke the embarrassing silence, "I'm short of some materials for making swords. Yuansui fish market will open in two days. You can take pictures for me."

Xia Churan paused slightly, and frowned.

What is this person going to do again?

Each hall has its own disciples who are responsible for the purchases. Personal disciples never need to do these things, but he probably guessed after hearing the Yuansui fish market. It should be that the materials are precious and not easy to buy. There is only this largest trading market in the spiritual world. It is possible to buy them all.

So he asked, "What does Master need?"

Qiu Wanxuan casually mentioned a few treasures of heaven and earth, some of which are rare.

It is difficult for ordinary purchasing disciples to handle such a large transaction, but since when is this person willing and reassuring to let him take care of these, the things are precious, how many spirit stones will he get?And it may not be able to get together in a few days.

However, Qiu Wanxuan wanted to help this kid awaken, so he had to pay people first, so that it would be convenient for him to act.

He wants both the protagonist's awakening and his not having to flee to death.

After all, children are the only choice.

After combing her hair, Qiu Wanxuan started to chase people away, threw a Qiankun bag to the young man and waved her hands: "You can take the spirit stone at will, the journey is far away, let's go immediately."

Xia Churan hesitated to speak, and finally took the Qiankun bag in response. Qingluan's excited voice was in his mind, "Great! You can go down the mountain to play!"

But he was still a little puzzled, what kind of test was it to ask him to buy so many spirit stones alone?

When the young man left, the white cat came out from the corner, and jumped into Qiu Wanxuan's lap.

"What do you want?"

Qiu Wanxuan didn't answer, but raised her eyebrows and said: "Why don't you urge me to torture my disciples today?" Just now Xia Churan came to comb his hair for the first time, but the big fat cat was quiet and didn't say a word.

Mao Qiu had an unlovely expression, and his eyes were about to roll to the sky, "Do I dare? This kid got close to you as soon as you abused him, and now he dares to serve you. Just now, I got goosebumps." It fell to the ground, okay! If I let you abuse me again, another day he will have to..." Speaking of which, it stopped talking.

"What do you get?"

"You have to "deceive the master and destroy the ancestors", do you understand? "

Qiu Wanxuan tilted her head, according to the original owner's death method with no bones left... "Is there anything wrong with deceiving the master and destroying the ancestors?"

"It's not the kind of "deceive the master and destroy the ancestors"! "

After realizing it, Qiu Wanxuan's complexion changed abruptly.

The white cat stretched out its meat pad and patted his face, "Do you know how many of your seniors who wear books fell into the hands of your apprentices? Do you think it's safe to read family essays? No matter what kind of essays, masters are at high risk. Wearing books Your master is especially at risk!"

"Rebar can also be bent, as long as the force is strong enough!"

Qiu Wanxuan frowned and rubbed her Jingming acupoint, "Stop."

He doesn't want to listen.

Maomao sighed, almost desperate, "What should I do? Why is the original owner of the torturer fine, and when you abuse him, you will have a jitter? Now you can't abuse it, and you have a ghost behind it. Now the illusion is unreliable. , how does the protagonist wake up?"

Seeing that the topic of awakening was finally brought back to the topic, Qiu Wanxuan looked a little relieved, "I have a guess, I sent him out this time just to do an experiment."

Now Fuqiu finally regained some hope from despair, "What experiment?"

"In the original book, Xia Churan regained the memory of his life experience after awakening, right?"

In order to confirm Xia Churan's identity as a mixed blood, the original owner questioned Xia Churan's life experience more than once, but because the protagonist's memory is incomplete, he could not come to a conclusion. , also restored the memory at the same time.

"correct."

"I've read the records about the dragon race in the Cangdian Pavilion. Whether it's a purebred or a mixed race, there has never been a situation where Xia Churan needs to awaken the keel, which is no different from ordinary people. They are all born into the dragon race. Why is the protagonist different?"

Fuqiu was stunned.All its knowledge about this world comes from the original records, and its eyes are darkened for the content that is not written in the original.

Qiu Wanxuan continued: "I guess, maybe it has something to do with his incomplete memory."

"Maybe, retrieving memory is the key to awakening."

Xia Churan Yujian went straight to Yuansui Fish Market, flew straight for a whole day, and changed to a spirit beast on the way to reach the town.

Before the market opened, he found an inn to stay.

As soon as she settled down, Qingluan said: "Master, there is a bookstore next to the inn."

Xia Churan looked at the Qiankun bag that Qiu Wanxuan gave him, and said "hmm" thoughtfully.

"It seems that the books here are very different from the exercises in Cangdian Pavilion, master, what is double cultivation, and what kind of exercise is this?"

Xia Churan pinched the fingers holding the Qiankun bag, what kind of nonsense did this child read?

"Children are not allowed to look at things outside."

"But it's very interesting. It's much better than the books in Cangdian Pavilion. I can't understand those exercises, but I can understand the books here."

Xia Churan took a deep breath, "Don't watch it."

"Oh." Qingluan responded obediently, "Then Qingluan doesn't look at Shuangxiu, can he look at other things?"

Is it a good book to write a book that can be double repaired and can be understood by a child?

Xia Churan immediately crossed his legs and closed his eyes, his consciousness penetrated into the sea of ​​consciousness.

His sea of ​​consciousness is a blue ocean under the setting sun, and the afterglow of the sunset is always spreading on the sea. There is a small isolated island in the middle, standing on the soft and white sandy beach and looking into the distance, it is an endless stretch from dark blue to bright orange. Gradient magnificent colors.

Lan Yingying's child was sitting on the beach, her small body was almost submerged by the mountains of books.

"Master!" Seeing him appear, Qingluan waved her hand happily, then pointed to the scrolls that almost covered the isolated island and said, "There are too many books, I can't pile them up!"

A few volumes had been pushed to the shore, and the waves came up and almost swept them into the sea from time to time.

Xia Churan sighed, "Who told you to swallow so much?"

The classics Qingluan read were visualized in the sea of ​​consciousness, and the entire Tibetan palace was moved in.

"Master, hurry up and build a house to house them! You want one as big as a hidden palace, oh no, bigger ones! Qingluan still has to swallow a lot of books, and he wants to swallow all the books in the spiritual world!"

Xia Churan had no choice but to wave his hand towards the sea and make a few movements. The island trembled rumblingly, the waves churned, and a vortex emerged from it, and a spire emerged from the center of the vortex. Accompanied by rumbling low sounds and vibrations, a The nine-story pagoda gradually rises from the sea.

"Wow!" Qingluan ran about on the beach, "A little bigger!"

Xia Churan responded with a magnifying gesture, and the pagoda was magnified several times, like a mountain, almost covering the setting sun.

The scrolls on the beach jumped up one after another, lined up and passed through the air, and all of them fell into the pagoda.

After the scrolls and jade slips disappeared, Qingluan's round body was protecting a stack of colorful notebooks, "Don't take these, Qingluan hasn't finished reading them yet!"

Xia Churan walked over and pulled the child away, glanced at the book covers that were not serious at first glance, and couldn't help but touch his forehead.

He picked it up and flipped through it casually, and there were some words about love and romance, such as "The Overbearing Immortal Falls in Love with Me", "The White Moonlight That Became an Immortal Monarch", "Seven Lives and Seven Worlds with Hundred Miles of Apricot Blossoms"

They were all nutritious things, so he frowned and said, "These are all made up, don't read them." They were about to be thrown into the sea.

But as soon as he stretched out his hand, a fleshy dumpling hung on the bend of his arm, and Qingluan blinked pitifully, "But... Qingluan has never read such an interesting book, those exercise secrets are too boring Well."

"Master won't let Qingluan see it, so master read it and tell Qingluan, okay?"

The big eyes like glass beads flickered, the corners of Xia Churan's lips twitched, and he sighed slightly, thinking, forget it, probably because the strange fire has just given birth to wisdom, and he is too curious about everything, so he put the content that is not suitable for children Filter it and only choose the outline of the story to tell the child.

Xia Churan sat cross-legged, picked up a copy of "The Beauty of the Immortal Gate" and flipped through it, but after reading a few pages, the frown deepened.

There is no logic at all in the whole story, all the plots are designed for the male and female protagonists to have sex, and even a coherent plot outline cannot be extracted, either the male protagonist and the female protagonist have sex, or the female protagonist runs with the ball and then meets the male With the roll, in the end the hero and the heroine rolled back after the crematorium.

This is all a mess.

He was about to burn the book clean, when he turned around and saw Qingluan looking at him with great interest.

So he had no choice but to hold back his patience, and rummaged through the pile of books on the side, trying to find a slightly normal one.

Finally, among the various pink or green book covers decorated with either peach blossoms or willow leaves, I saw an extremely simple book, with only the words "Xie Chunshan" written on the pure blue cover.

The author says:

No-prize quiz: Qingluan (cross out) which book is Xia’s enlightenment book?

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